White Fir, a festive friend so bright,
Not just for ornaments and twinkling light.
Its needles hold a power untold,
Essential oil, a story unfolds.

Fragrance clean, a wintry breeze,
In cleaning blends, a scent to appease.
Christmas trees of plastic and pine,
Get a spritz of fir, a touch divine.

Muscles sore from work or play
Massage oil with fir chases the pain away.
Deep breaths inhaled, a calming sigh,
Diffused in air, stress melts goodbye.

More than just a festive form,
White fir’s essence weathers the storm.
A gift of nature, a healing friend,
White fir’s magic knows no end.